Date: Sun, 6 Jul 2008 00:58:14 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Fresh Off a Flying Saucer

			 FRESH OFF A FLYING SAUCER
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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I looked myself over in the mirror. Maybe the powder blue shirt would be
better with these black pants. On the other hand, I liked the way the
purple looked on me. Still, the combination was rather dark. Maybe a gold
chain around my neck.

I blathered about this to my roommate, Mervin (not Marvin) who was sitting
on the bed, watching my efforts with a wry amusement.

"What do you think?" I asked.

Mervin twisted his lips up in a semblance of a smile. "Honey, you're
baiting the hook without knowing what kind of fish you're after."

"Hey!" I said.

"Who is it tonight?"

"Grebbo." I said.

"Him again?" Mervin said, with a theatrical sigh. Mervin's in theater, he
designs costumes, helps with sets, and throws in his opinions whether
wanted or not. If you think he's a raving queen, you're right. We were
roommates, but not anything else. "Edwin, honey, are you sure you want to
keep seeing this guy?"

"Not only seeing him." I said. "Tonight's the fourth date."

"And you're planning on giving him something to commemorate the occasion?"

"Got my condoms right here." I patted my pocket.

"But I don't know." Mervin said. "He's so quirky, don't you think?"

"I think he's interesting."

"You mean you think he's hot." Mervin clarified.

I didn't deny it. Grebbo is definitely hot. All sort of exotic dark, steamy
lover with dreamy dark eyes.

"Honey, something about him really creeps me out."

"Such as?"

"Such as the last time he came over. You were in the bathroom."

"And?"

"And I came in and he was getting a drink out of the refrigerator."

"What's wrong with that?"

"He was drinking the mustard." Mervin pantomimed holding up the mustard
squeeze bottle and squirting it into his mouth. "He took in enough to make
my eyes water and I was eight feet away from him.

"So he likes mustard." I said. "I told him to help himself to anything in
the fridge while I got ready, he said he was hungry...."

"I noticed he'd also made himself a sandwich."

"Yeah?"

He'd made it with raisin bran."

"A raisin bran sandwich?" I said. "That's unusual."

"And instead of bread, he used a couple of frozen hamburger patties."

"So he has unusual eating habits." I said.

"And he was singing to himself, this really weird song. Kind of
'eeee-owww-ahhh-kiyiyi-eeee-oooooo!'"

"Maybe it's a song from his homeland." I ventured.

"Yeah, where is that?"

"I don't know." I admitted. "He just says it's a small place far away. I
think it's an island someplace."

"I think it's another planet." Mervin said.

"Oh, come on!"

"I'm serious, honey." Mervin curled his legs underneath himself on the
bed. Like a girl does, a guy would have crossed his legs or
something. "This guy you're dating is one serious space cadet. I think he
is fresh off a flying saucer."

"He's got some quirks." I said.

"He's got more than that. And if you end up in bed with him, I think you're
going to experience something beyond kink. I'm telling you, honey...."
Mervin put an arm on my shoulder. "Dump him, and now."

"I'll think about it." I said. "Really. But now, I have to go. Grebbo is
waiting for me outside."

"If you don't see him on the porch, try checking the roof." Mervin advised.

"I'll give you a full report when I get home." I said.

Grebbo wasn't waiting on the porch or the roof, he had his own little car,
one I'd never seen before. A foreign model of some kind, small and
round-bodied and low to the ground. Barely room for the two of us, but I
crawled in and gave Grebbo a kiss. "Hi, there."

"You ready for a night you'll never forget?" Grebbo asked me in his
sibilant accent. His face was more than square, it was rectangular, wider
than it was tall. His eyebrows were large, almost moth-like, his eyes were
black and dark, his skin a tawny brown tinged with some other color,
sometimes I thought it was yellow and sometimes I thought it was
red. Average it out and call it orange, only it wasn't, not ever. He was
wearing what he always wore, a sweater and jeans, all in black.

"You better believe it." I said. "Where are we going?"

"A little place I know." Grebbo said. "It's a surprise."

"Sounds good to me."

"But I need you to close your eyes, and keep them closed."

"Okay." I said and obeyed.

There was a humming sound, a whoosh, then a sort of wrenching feel in my
gut, then another whoosh, down to humming.

"We're here." Grebbo said.

"We are?" I opened my eyes. "Wow!" I had left my house after sundown. We
were now in bright daylight. A beach, a clear blue sky, and some trees
blowing in the wind. "Where are we?"

"My surprise place." Grebbo said. "I want tonight to be special."

"Sure," I said, "but...what kind of trees are those?" Too squat to be
palms, but they had the spiky fronds...and the leaves were purple instead
of green! Light purple!

"Never mind the trees." Grebbo said. "I brought you here for a reason."

"Yeah?" I said, looking at Grebbo.

"This is the place where my people have always brought the ones they would
bond with for life." Grebbo said. "The first time we make love, it is
always right here."

"Yeah?" I said.

"Yes, for many thousands of years. Now it is our turn, you and me."

"Well." I said, swallowing. I knew Grebbo and I were getting serious, but
this was a bit heavy even for a fourth date. "What if things don't work
out?"

"It will."

"But if it doesn't?" I pressed him.

"Then it doesn't." Grebbo said. "I would be sad."

Reassured, I moved in close. "Well, we can't have that, can we?"

And I kissed him. Grebbo kissed me back, and I felt a humming again, this
one coming from within. Grebbo's hands on my back. It was coming from them.

It didn't feel bad, this humming was sort of working its way into my body's
own rhythms, like it was combining with it.

I felt a faint tugging, and suddenly, I realized that I was naked. I don't
mean my clothes fell off me, or were ripped off me. I mean they were
suddenly gone and I was bare up against a bare Grebbo!

I pulled my face back from Grebbo and looked at him. Remember, his body was
now bare, I'd never seen him bare before. Not even partial, that sweater
and jeans were so much a part of him in my mind, I hadn't really considered
it.

I looked down...and wished I hadn't. His body was...moving. "Grebbo?" I
said, getting scared--and can you blame me?

"Please, Edwin." Grebbo said. "This is still me."

Things were reaching out from his body, his lower body. They were stroking
my cock and balls and threading into my butt-crack, all at the same time!

"This is...what are you?"

"I am Grebbo." Grebbo said. "Please, do not interrupt the ritual."

"I don't understand." I said.

"There is no need to understand." Grebbo said, soothingly. "You only need
to feel. When it is over, you will understand."

I swallowed hard. "Okay." I said.

And his...things, they weren't quite tendrils, more like moveable,
shape-changing masses, but not gooey or anything. Just...changeable.

And Grebbo's hands on my back began to move, and in ways that hands just
don't move. I realized that he had fingers that were extending around on my
body, stroking me in ways that it would have taken, God, fifteen or twenty
trained masseuses to handle!

And my erection was getting plenty of attention, too! Multiple fingers (or
whatever they were) were fondling me in several directions at once, but the
combination showed a strong familiarity with genitalia. Imagine your shaft
held steady, the skin around it being gently pulled upwards, while your
glans is pushed downwards so that it was deeply ensconsed in the skin, and
then the same fingers that pushed you down are able to pull you upwards
while the skin is pulled downwards. At the end of your extension, the skin
at the flare of your glans is stroked and those supersensitive nerves are
ignited with flame, and then the entire submersion is done all over again,
only it's never quite the same way twice, so that every sensation is new,
new, NEW!

"Oh, God, Grebbo!" I gasped. "What are you doing?"

"I am making you ready to make love to me." Grebbo said.

"Make me ready?" I whimpered. God, I'd thought this was the main event.

"Yes, my love, now that you are excited, I can begin."

"All right!" I sighed. At this point, I couldn't have denied Grebbo
anything.

And I felt us leaving the ground. Floating in mid-air. No flapping, no hot
air, no wind lifting us up. We seemed to be floating by sheer will. Up
above the purplish growth. I saw a pair of birds flap by, they were
feathered, bright green in color, and had wings shaped more like
butterflies than birds. But their huge ovalish wings were more than ample
to lift their slender bodies and they swirled around each other. A mating
flight! Grebbo and I were like birds!

A new organ extruded from Grebbo. I was still too close to him to see it, I
only felt it, this was warm and moist, and a spicy aroma filled my
nostrils. This stickier cousin of Grebbo's very friendly extrusions
proceeded to encircle my cock and clasp it tightly, all over. His tendrils
returned, this time they wrapped around his organ clamped onto mine, and
began to give us a sort of mutual jerking. Other wet parts of his body
gobbled up my testicles and gave them a similar treatment. My balls were
awash in his love juices, and they were...tingling! More than tingling,
they were downright gurgling.

Another wet thing probed into my anus, probed...and entered. No ravishment,
it sidled in thread-thin and expanded once it got inside!

"Oh, God, Grebbo, Jesus!" I moaned.

"Now, my love, now!" Grebbo sighed to me, his own passion obvious in his
voice. It is time for you and I to make love."

"You mean we're still not?" I whined. I couldn't take much more of this!

"Not yet." he said. "But very soon."

"God! God!" I groaned. "Hurry up! I'm about to blast!"

"Now is the time." Grebbo said. "Do not be afraid. I will not let anything
happen to you."

"I understand." I whimpered.

And we fell! Right out of the sky, we were falling. And "splash!" we went,
into the water!

And I was covered up now, entirely surrounded by the wet, moist skin. I
couldn't see anything, but I was breathing easily enough. I think Grebbo
was feeding me air somehow. I was surrounded by him...somehow! God, don't
ask me to explain it, it was happening to me, and I was too close to know
what was going on!

All I can say is that every part of my body was alive...more than
alive. Brought to life's full blossom, excited to every iota of my body's
capacity, it was beyond sexual ecstasy...this was how it must have felt at
the moment I was born!

Alive, alive, ALIVE! And I crowed out my joy of life, and I screamed my
climax to the cosmos, and I spurted, and I spurted hard! And as I did,
Grebbo gave peculiar, keening call, sort of like
Leeeeee-leee-leee-leeeee-lee-lee-leeeeeee!

And when I did, I felt myself pelted with Grebbo's own seed, it was hitting
me all over at once, everywhere! I was bathing in his spunk! It was hot and
creamy and it was washing me all over. I was beyond sticky, I was coated!

I finished my own orgasm and reduced to panting. Grebbo's own call of
ecstasy was done, and then I was suddenly surrounded no longer, I was in
water, churning, spunk filled water, a sticky mist and I hit the surface
and threw my head back and gasped in air, precious, wonderful air!

All around me was a green froth, a huge quantity, like someone had dumped a
dozen bottles of bubble bath in and whipped it up into a foam. Beside me
was Grebbo, himself well-coated in the green foam. I swam feebly over to
him and we kissed, and this time it was a regular kiss, like he'd given me
so many times before.

"And that is all of it." Grebbo said to me when we finally, finally
stopped. "We are mated, for life if you will permit us to be. If not...I
shall be sad."

"I... God, Grebbo!" I said with feeling. "You have to let me think about
all this!"

"I shall let you think." Grebbo said. "My heart shall divide itself into
three until you return to me as my mate, but I shall let you think."

"Thank you."

"I shall take you home."

"Yeah, home." I said. "Uh, and where is that, exactly?"

And Grebbo pointed upwards. Which, you can imagine, didn't surprise me one
bit!

When I got back to shore, my clothes reappeared on me and, at the same
time, all my wetness/stickiness vanished. I couldn't decide if this was the
most romantic way to undress and dress a lover ever discovered, or the
least. Poof, I'm naked, poof, I'm dressed. Like flicking the light switch
on the wall. Off, and on.

Mervin was up and awake when I got home, I figured he would be. The minute
I got inside, he said, "Okay, Edwin, give! What happened? Did you two do
it? Was it something crazy, insane, weird?"

"It was more than that." I agreed. "It was downright out of this world!
Like you said, Mervin, Grebbo is fresh off a flying saucer. But it was one
hell of a ride."

				  THE END
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